If just before Christmas, the city is crowded with people running wildly in search of the last gifts to buy, mid-August has completely different rhythms.
of people around if they see a little and what little there is walking slowly. Who is holding a camera, find something beautiful to photograph captures or fellow travelers in front of a fountain or a monument. Hikers enjoying the only real day of rest of the year, it does seem relaxed and calm. None
runs. No one is worried. Everything turns slowly.
moving from the center of the city a few hundred meters, I decided to take a walk in the "green lung" Turin: the Parco del Valentino. Here is someone running but the only thing that follows is probably the physical form (well, it depends ... If I were to run, I think I would die!).
A makeshift stand in contrast to these athletes of all ages and sex, I see two young fishermen kind property with their fishing rods, waiting for something to bite. In fact, while I, still, waiting to pass at least one tank tops to photograph, a small fish may fall and remains attached to the hook but are carefully and released immediately into those murky waters of the Po from the fisherman compassionate towards of fish but also of himself.
Although as I said all is done second very slow pace, the morning and fly on the road that leads me back to the house I stopped by the first open cross newsagent to buy my copy of National Geographic. I am a bit 'disappointed that the magazine is finished, but now I am welcomed by a light breeze blowing slightly pushes up under my eyes a 50 €.
I bend over to pick it up, observing and thinking about the fisherman that the fish free in the crease by his four and stuck it in his shirt pocket.
For some people this is a mid-August but not so fortunate, at least this time, that someone is not me.
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